Poem by Allan Cunningham

The Pirate’s Song

O lady, come to the Indies with me, 
And reign and rule on the sunny sea; 
My ship’s a palace, my deck’s a throne, 
And all shall be thine the sun shines on. 

A gallant ship, and a boundless sea, 
A piping wind and the foe on our lee, 
My pennon streaming so gay from the mast, 
My cannon flashing all bright and fast.

The Bourbon lilies wax wan as I sail; 
America’s stars I strike them pale: 
The glories of sea and the grandeur of land, 
All shall be thine for the wave of thy hand. 

Thy shining locks are worth Java’s isle – 
Can the spices of Saba buy thy smile? 
Let kings rule earth by a right divine, 
Thou shalt be queen of the fathomless brine.

1. Gordon of Brackley
2. Bonnie Jeanie Walkinshaw
3. The Lily of Nithsdale
4. Margaret and Mary
5. Phemie Irving

Print

3345 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version